He's up as soon as the door is closed downstairs

"Finally...!" Jack grumbled to himself, as he heard the front door of the house being closed downstairs, which signaled that all three of his daughters should now be on their way to class or work respectively. He'd almost managed to doze off for just a few moments, while listening to the low voices coming from the kitchen, but once they were gone it wasn't long before he decided to leave his bed and spend some time on his own.

First he could also use a quick visit to the toilet though, and so he grabbed his morning robe and shambled off towards the bathroom, before making absolutely certain that nobody else was still at home. The chances were nearly nonexistent he figured, as the girls always left together in the mornings, and thus he was quite surprised to see the light were still on in the room ahead of him.

At first he was simply vexed that someone had forgotten to turn them off, but just as he reached the bathroom door he came to realize that there was actually somebody in there. And as the door was slightly ajar he couldn't keep from peeking inside, whether he'd intended to or not, which revealed his youngest daughter Kimberly standing upright in front of the faucet.

"Skipping class, huh...?" Jack pondered to himself, but certainly didn't say anything out loud, as in some ways he could be said to be doing something similar himself. He wasn't sure of how to proceed though, as he feared the girl would hear him if he tried sneaking back to his room, and at the same time there was also the risk that she wasn't about to leave the house any time soon.

While he stood there thinking he felt like there was something peculiar about the scene in front of him however, and it wasn't just the fact that his daughter was wearing nothing more than her panties and a very short top, which really showed off her toned legs and slender waist. She looked a bit like she'd been studying herself in the mirror above the sink, but Jack could see that her eyes were closed real tight as if she was concentrating real hard on something.

Then he noticed that she was standing on her toes as well, which didn't make much sense to him at first, until he finally realized where she had her two hands. The way she was clutching her chest with the left one made him think for a second that she was in some kind of pain, but before he got the chance to be worried he'd already followed the curve of her right arm, all the way down to where she'd obviously put her hand to work down the front of her panties.

The sight and realization were just a little too much for Jack's mind to process right away, and so he just stood there staring at the girl for several long moments, while listening to the ragged breath of his young, masturbating daughter. In any other circumstance he'd probably just walked away from there as quietly as he possibly could, but the surprise of finding the girl at home at all had already put him against the wall, while going without sex for over a week made Jack's reaction to the scene just a bit more confusing than he was able to handle...